your plaything.

Beat me more if it will appease your wrath." She wished to insist upon her humility, offering her lips with the timid kiss of a grateful slave.
"Ah, no!...

No!" To avoid this caress Ulysses stood up suddenly.

He again felt intense hatred toward this woman, who little by little was appealing to his senses.

Upon stopping the flow of blood his compassion had become extinguished.
She, guessing his thoughts, felt obliged to speak.
"Do with me what you will....